16 was stretched out. "Doctor, Doctor, will I die? " said the gentleman with the camera. " A h d . 1 " . d H . " G not er come Ian" saIl. 0 to work!" The cameraman jumped off the bed and disappeared. "Some of the hospital equipment came from Mt. Sinai," Hi went on. "But in the picture that's being shot the hospital is supposed to be Fordham, although we can't say so. You follow me? " We nodded vaguely. "You're not allowed to mentIon the names of private hospitals," said Hi. "N ow, the title of this pIcture we're shooting, 'Brave Tomorrow,' is only a working title. It's about a TV -com- mercial writer whose ticker gives out. He's the man In the gray flannel suit with a real problem. What I always say is a good story and good dialogue is what makes good movIes" "Y ou can say that agaIn!" said Mende. "You WIll notice," said HI, "that the sheets on these beds are blue and the cur- tains around the heds are yellow. Blue and yellow come up whitt: on camera." We asked Hi what would happen if white were used. "Don't get technical," he replied, and guided us to another part of the studio, where a camera was aimed at a circular structure of plywood contain- ing Shepperd Strudwick dnd Augusta Dabney Mr Strudwick was dressed like a doctor. "Quiet!" a man shouted "This will be a pIcture." "Quiet!" Hi shouted. "Quiet!" echoed Mende. "I think he will be all right," said Mr. Strudwick to Miss Dabney. "Of course, there will be a difference in his 1 " musc e tone. " c " " d d h ut, sal a man stan lng near t e camera. "Cut," said HI. "Cut," said Mende. Mr. Strudwick muttered "Muscle, muscle, muscle," and the scene began agaIn. "Later on," Hi whispered, "we're going to do some stuff outside. This picture is two days ahead of schedule. Imagine! Two days ahead! Let's go down and see the dressIng rooms." We tiptoed away and presently found ourself in a long corridor full of doors. "Every room," said Hi, fling- ing open a door, "is just like every other room" The room he showed us had a dressing table, mirror, and chair, and was quite attractive. "I did the décor for the whole Joint," said Hi. "Y ou can say that again," said Mende. Observances O NE of our London men reports that he has noted, from time to time and on days that had, as far as v AvaUST 1 1, 1 9 5 b he knew, no historical signIficance, an American flag flying from a small, quiet office building at 76 Grosvenor Street, W.1 , where a branch of ElIzabeth Arden's does business When he saw it being hung out again on a day that was not a holiday, he stepped up to the doorman and asked for an explanation. "She's over here again on a visit, that's the explanation," said the doorman. SeeJays and Others W E attended a singularly august and yet merry cocktail party the other day, at which the twenty-odd guests of honor were all appellate judges. The designation of appellate judge embraces both State Supreme Court Justices and members of the Fed- eral Circuit Courts of Appeal, and their place in the judiciary constellation is second only to that of Justices of the United States Supreme Court. The lofty beings with whom we had the honor to consort had come here from all over the country to attend a kind of re- fresher course in appellate judgeman- ship, sponsored by the New York U ni- versity School of Law. "SemInar for Appellate Judges" was the official name ' of the course, whIch lasted two weeks and dealt with such subjects as "Appel- late Control Over the J udge- J ur} Re- lationship," "Improvement in Judicial Administration," "Current Trends in Negligence Law," and "Principles and Techniques of Statutory Interpreta- . " W ' ld tlon. e re g a to say that none of these subjects came up for discussion over cocktails. The scene of the party was as unlIke a courtroom as the wearIest work-worn judge could have wished-a penthouse, complete with terrace, high above WashIngton Square, In an apartment house that belongs to New York U ni- versity. We were made welcome by Professor F. H. Lawson, of Brasenose College, Oxford, who was one of the principal participants in the seminar A slight man in a baggy gray suit, the Professor marched us straight to d table bristling with bottles and asked us what our pleasure would be. Nothing stand- offish about Lawson of Brasenose, we thought gratefully, and, armed with a Martini, plunged into the thick of the judges. The matter of how many years they had served on the bench appeared to be an important topic. We heard one man say, "I'm in for life, you know, though I hope to get some time off for good behavior." His peers greeted this sally with the mild, grudging chuckles